Gone but not Forgotten, Mate

Chapter 1

Presant Day

Alexanders P.O.V

Hunched over in my usual stool, in my usual place in that same smoke matted bar, I scate my finger over the fifteenth rim of the last glass in line of the shot cups- now drained- that had been full of liquor when thrust my way. It had been fifteen years today since my angel was taken away from me; a bloody decade and a half since the fates played that oh so cruel game against me.

Sometimes enough is enough. Happiness and all reason of living is for me within the heart of my sweet skylark whatever skys she may be graceing in.

Slapping the necciserry notes on the marred bar counter infront of me I stand to my full and rather daunting height of 6'7 and stride over to the flip latched door and into the cool night air, befor the over eager waitress can retern with even more on show to yet again press for my attention. Retched pack sluts, after me for the Luna crown.

Not hard to accomplish reaching the exit. One glance at my towering height, broad build with my fierce eyes and face set in a permanent scowl both human and werewolfs scatter like fleas.

I mean I hear the gossip. Ive heared how head slut Stacey is out to get the Luna tital as she tries to seduce me constantly. I also know about the packs 'behined the hand' whispering about my apparent change. I know I have changed, anyone with eyes can see that, Its that flaming obvious. That I the worlds most crule and ruthless Alpha has not always been so heartless. The truth being that others dont fear me for my strong and fearsome pack. But beacuse I have become utterly heartless and unforgiving since my little darling mate was taken from me.

I exit the Inn, inhailing deep draws of the cool night air, rubbing a palm over my tierd, clammy face as I silently bank my way through the sleeping town. When I had finally given in searching for my baby, long afther the final scent trails lingered all that was left of me is what you see today. When on the third annavericary I had finnaly accsepted that she was no longer in the state, maybe not even in the U.S i sank into a state of desperation and depression, sitting with my head in my hands by the window in the wooden rocking chair in her bedroom where she would sit on my lap for a story before bed each night, only leaveing for the bathroom.

Finaly my Beta quite literaly gave me a smack in the face pointing out that this was no way to live and that the pack needed me, but most importantly that if the legands are true to their scribe then she should feel a pull to me.

This even though harsh was exactly what I needed to get me back track. Along with the knowladge that I would smell her as soon as she crossed the state line, I waited for her to come to me.

I smiled as I cut into the woods and vaulted over the packhouses wall. Today my love would be eighteen and old enough to do as she pleases such as...visit florida. See you soon my love.

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